No one ever said that I'm smart

While I'm waiting to find out my exact diagnosis (I have my abdominal sonogram tomorrow morning and the doctor's appointment on Thursday to discuss the results), I've decided to just to try carry on business as usual and not think about the pain. Denial is actually quite useful and I got through the day just fine, even with a crazy toddler. She's been so energetic lately, but I think it's because she was sick for 2 weeks and now she feels GREAT and wants to run, run, run...and create huge messes. You'd think I hadn't picked up a toy in a week, but really this is just 15 minutes.

Look at her just innocently sitting there like she's not a force of destruction

I try to get her to sit in one spot, but shockingly, two year olds don't have great attention spans.

Work books? Oh Mommy, you are a fool.

Loud musical toy? YES!

I've been putting in some serious effort to get her energy out because if I don't, she has been waking up at 2am full of crazy. It takes her a long time to stop shouting and laughing (and marching up and down the length of her bed with her blanket wrapped around her head like Cornholio) and it isn't something you can just sleep through and not notice.

I need TP for my bung hole!

To tire her out, I've been taking her outside as much as possible. Luckily the weather has been cool enough for that to happen. There are no toddler activities in session (like story time at the library) so it's up to me to entertain her until September. We spent over 2 hours outside today and I have pink chalk marks on my car as proof.

I tried a 2 mile run/walk with the jogging stroller this morning and even though I woke up with a ton of rib pain, I didn't notice any increase from the running. Since I'm an idiot, I decided to do 4 more miles on the treadmill and that was less fun. It's partly my fault for watching How I Met Your Mother season one while running (laughing hurts), but the treadmill run was pretty painful. The pain didn't last after I stopped running and I finished up with 6 miles for the day. If it keeps hurting this much to run I'm not sure how long I'll last before waving the white flag, but I'm just taking it day by day at this point.

As proof that living with a toddler is like having a belligerent drunk person around at all times, here is a video of what happens when we tell Faith to stop doing something she thinks is funny.





Don't worry, no dogs were harmed in the making of this film.

My delicate feelings were hurt. Why am I so "EWWW"??

Do you ever do anything gross just because it's funny, even if people are begging you to stop? It's the worst when double jointed people start bending in ways that just shouldn't be allowed.